Page 64 of Forgotten Romance

I feel like an idiot for admitting this, but I hold his eye and shake my head. “There’s been no one but you.”

“Oh, thank god.” His forehead drops to rest on my diaphragm. “I couldn’t look at another man. Then Art said you probably had, and I got in my head about it?—”

“I’m gonna kill Art.”

“Can I help?”

My hands find his face, and I tilt it up to look at me. Mack doesn’t hold back how he feels. His eyes are open and honest, mixed with awe and love and everything that’s always made me feel like a better person than I am.

His face is scruffy like always, neat stubble that scratches my palms, and I ache to feel it in other places. Every place.

I duck my head until our lips touch, and it’s torture. I’m about to pull back again when Mack grips the front of my shirt, holding me in place.

“Again.”

“Mack …”

“Kiss me.” He sounds so desperate there’s no way I can say no.

My lips crush his, hard and needy, and Mack gives me the same passion right back. There’s something about the way he kisses that ticks every box for me, and no matter how many times I kiss him, the result is the same.

Pure ecstasy.

His strong tongue skims mine, and I groan as he deepens things, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck to anchor him, to keep him here with me.

From what I could see, his kiss with Luke was nothing like this.

And how could it be? No one can give Mack what he needs the way I can, and if I wasn’t so fucking in love with this man, I’d shake him for putting us in this position.

Where we’re in love and divorced.

So, so in love.

My feelings for him have never dulled; it was them that pushed me to do better, to be better. All I’ve ever wanted out of life was to give this man everything he needs.

Mack breaks the kiss, fingers knotted in my hair, lips trailing over the freckles on my nose like he always used to do, and says, “I want your lips around my dick.”

My cock swells at those words. “Want to blow in my mouth, baby?”

“Please.” Mack reaches for his belt, clumsily tugging it undone. “I’ve missed it so much.”

Seeing the way he needs me has my heart pounding erratically. I strip off my shirt and go for my pants, watching as Mack reaches into his and pulls his dick out through his fly. If he thinks I’m not getting him completely naked, he’s wrong.

I shove my underwear down and off and straighten to Mack licking his lips, eyes locked on my erection.

“Missed him too?” I ask.

He squirms to the edge of the bed, and I give myself a lazy tug as I step closer. Then, before he can lean forward and take me in his mouth, I drop to my knees.

“Take your shirt off.”

“Davey …” He reaches for my dick, but I grab his hand and pin it to the bed.

“Now.”

The frustration is clear as he unbuttons his shirt and then tosses it aside. “Better?”

“Not yet.” I grab his pants, and he lifts his ass as I slide them off. As soon as I have Mack on full display for me, I sigh. He’s perfect.

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